O My Soul

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have done a most horrific deed. Well, actually, the thing is this—it’s what I have not done that is the horrific sin. I’ll state my case...

She is now a glam, goth chick
with eyes that sparkle
and hair so straight it can cut

The voice is impeccable still
but the sound is a waste

It’s nothing new
she took a bite from the lesser ones
and forged an overdid beat
or racket, if you will

Still, she parades
in high heels
the (self proclaimed)
super bitch
mimicking her own octaves on an offed mic

How dare she?

And we all thought she was going the mighty way.

But,
no.

And for these reasons, Sir, my sin is this:

I did not go spend $9.98 at the ever-red store for Christina Aguilera’s new disc on Tuesday.

Why?

Because I’m mad!

And although I've got every set she's ever put out
burned track after track after track on my poor little radio
I won't support this.